Chapter 60. Ashes of the Omega

The dawn broke not with the fiery ascent of a sun god, but with the brutal, pragmatic crash of bronze against stone. The Order of the Helios had attacked the Vale Territory with disciplined, shock-and-awe precision, expecting the feral, fractured resistance of leaderless wolves.

Caius met the onslaught at the shattered gate, his massive frame a bulwark, his movements guided not by battle lust but by surgical efficiency. The Hearthstone’s Law radiated from him—not as a weapon, but as a calming, ordering force that stabilized the ranks of the Reformed Circle behind him.

Neriah stood a safe distance back, directing the defense. She had no fire, no psychic shield, yet her voice cut through the chaos, clear and absolute.

“Kael! Their line is too tight on the left! Alpha Rylan, pull your reserve! Mara, hit the flank with the heavy arrows! Do not engage in close-quarters combat! Make them fight the Law!”

Caius cut down a human officer, his golden eyes sweeping the f